LEGALIZE NOW!

Have you ever heard that nagging voice in the back of your head saying something like, ” I should have done that instead?” Or have you ever heard yourself say aloud, “Hindsight being 20/20 I would have done things differently?” If so, and I believe going into this that’s it pretty common for folks to say yes to these questions, then you know this one word — regret. A few examples:

Some regrets are bigger than others. Some we can shrug off and within seconds forget. I should have dated (insert preferred partner name here). Other regrets can last a lifetime. Those who ever went though a magical thing called ‘divorce’ will recognize this.

I just found out a half-brother (used only for correct description — in my heart of hearts my ‘brother’ was just that– no half stuff) passed away. Last time I saw him was back in the early 1980’s. We just lost touch. I moved across the country to work on getting my life out of the toilet. Decades went by. It was that simple.

Another Bro’ who calls himself Jazz contacts me. It’s an Internet family reunion. He found me on ‘classmates dot com’. I was never hiding. It takes a lot of work and time to pull ones head from ones ass. I’ve been very busy over the past few decades. Like the brother who I just found out passed away, Jazz and I went the same amount of time without contact. Frankly, I’ve done well for a long time now. A crisis for me nowadays would be the crapper overflowing. I’ve mellowed considerably.

Note: Two mentions of human waste disposals so far. A lot of shit to openly type about.

My regret obviously would be based on what I’ve written so far, losing contact with said family members. The plot thickens. My last contact with a nephew didn’t go that well. Have you ever told someone: F U – Stay out of my life? If you have then you know based on experience that something like this happening isn’t good. This happened around the same time period as when I last spoke or saw my brothers that I previously mentioned. I was busy back then.

Doing weed is one thing, but drinking uncontrollably and doing drugs while doing weed can be fatal to ones life. Going in the wrong direction can turn a small list of regrets into a huge crop. At times it seems like it never stops spinning. One gets used to the turmoil. I regret I didn’t come to peace with myself sooner. You know…being comfortable in one’s own skin. It did take a lot of work, but the results were worth it.

Can regrets lead to winning? One can lead to the other but only when we take action to do something about it.

In 2013, will we look back and regret not working harder trying to make cannabis legal the previous year? I plan on doing my part…a new Uncle G’s Corner every month. It will entertain if not anything else. I’d like to help Ganja Granny in person with a project this year. Do what I can for a few days anyway. Get our photo taken together. That will be cool for sure.

We all have talents. Things we are good at. Why not use them in an organized attempt to legalize cannabis instead of regretting not doing anything once the year has passed? Get a tad more involved. Speak a little bit louder. It’s going to be a very political year. Why not take advantage and make some points? I hope the day never comes when I say to myself that I regret giving up. For sure I’ll regret the day when I stopped trying to make a difference.

Just something to think about while hanging out on Uncle G’s Corner. Pick up the cigarette butts please.